Tainted Heroes
Like those within our youth
The ones we admired
From which we sought the truth,
Righteous deeds
Compassion
We praised in ink and song
Erected on the pedestal,
Gods that walked alone
Were they all illusions?
Just some fantasy,
Or does youth wane to wisdom,
Thus reality
Tarnish stains the purity
Deceit destroys the soul
One by one they’ve fallen,
Bloody pieces on the floor
Immortality reverts to sin
Veracity yields to lies
Heroes of our making,
Human traits survive
Are they just reflections of what we want to be?
We bear their cross of failure,
Mass liability
Men are men
Who sweat and toil with human frailty
They live and die with dignity,
Not immortality
From innocence to worldliness
The measure we have gained
Today there are no heroes,
We are what remain
©Wayne Adam 2003
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